(This poem is written in dutch, so it rhymes in...
Daar loopt ze, gekraak van het onverharde grind...

I live in this palace made from marble and gold,
It's huge and wonderful like a fairytale being...

In a dream I see a star,
Shining above in the dark sky...

Trumpets blazing, suddenly I awake,
I'm facing the ground, a burning ache...

As a hurricane of blind hate they ride through...
Like roaring thunder they shake the earth...

Sunlight reflecting from your blue eyes,
Young lambs walking on the green grass...

Waking up under the first light of dawn,
Wet smell of falling rain...